Peru, What a First Impression

After staying one month in Cuenca, I have never been more unsure about what destination that was gonna be next on the list. I had booked my ticket to New York, however, the price of living in an Airbnb or even hostel was way too expensive, and the autumn weather was not tempting with only summer clothes in my backpack. As a consequence, I decided to visit Peru to see Machu Picchu with my own eyes. My hosts in Cuenca drove me three hours to Guayaquil to catch the flight to Lima where I stayed one night before arriving Cusco.

During both of the flights I had accidentally got business class seats, which I was positively surprised by, of course. I enjoyed it a lot. Got to read a bit to. Would strongly recommend Rupi Kaur’s new poetry, “The Sun and Her Flowers,” which is parted in five chapter and is a celebration of love in all its form: wilting, falling, rooting, rising, and blooming. When I arrived Cusco, I had already organised a taxi that drove me to the grocery store and to the Airbnb I’ve rented for ten days in Sacred Valley.

I didn’t really had any expectations about the Sacred Valley because I just found an Airbnb that captured my eye and didn’t really think about the location. I’ve figured that having no expectations is just great – you kind of always get surprised. While the taxi driver, Oscar, drove me the one and a half hour ride to Sacred Valley, I could just sit in the car and watch all the mountains form into the most beautiful shaped ones I’ve ever seen. We took a quick stop along the way to just watch the valley, with all its green fields of corn and strawberries. So beautiful I forgot to breathe a little bit. This stay must be good. Don’t you think?